The entire nation was engulfed in a sea of grief, and many people were uncertain about what the future would hold without him.
Just like in a large family, when the father passes away, there’s an elder brother, second brother, and third brother - and after the funeral, it’s inevitable to discuss the separation, isn’t it?
But when it really comes to arguing over the inheritance, it seems it’s too late.
Everyone wants a bigger share, so disputes become unavoidable.
Similarly, the ensuing differences intensify even further.
At this time, Zhou Xiaozheng finished dealing with the affairs of his beloved old superior, and suddenly overwhelmed by grief, he collapsed and was quickly hospitalized.
According to Zhou Jiao’s master’s eldest disciple, Zhu Ling, it’s a case of emotional stress and needs proper treatment. A slew of theories followed.
Finally, in front of everyone, he advised the patient to stay calm and open-minded, maintaining a good mood. He also instructed his little junior to take extra care, otherwise, serious health problems could arise.
Will there be serious health problems? Zhou Jiao doesn’t want to know, but rest is certainly necessary. Who dares to say her dad is pretending to be sick? She wouldn’t hesitate to flatten them!
Power truly is a wonderful thing!
Does Zhou Xiaozheng want to go further?
Honestly, he considered it, but he doesn’t think it’s necessary. Just based on age, he could outlast a bunch of old men why bother putting in effort?
Yet, with the passing of the old superior, he could no longer maintain a neutral stance, and indeed, the time for final decision-making has come.
He deeply remembered his Jiao Jiao’s words about the middle way doctrine. And as facts showed, his daughter’s advice truly was the most suitable path for his family!
Lying on the hospital bed with an IV bottle, Zhou Xiaozheng closed his eyes, strategizing a big game of chess in his mind, endlessly reviewing over and over.
Zhang Guoqing arrived with some news, "Dad, Uncle Wang and the others want you to take command."
Zhou Xiaozheng opened his eyes, looked at him, and decisively sat up.
"Going back?" Zhang Guoqing noted, seeing his shoes placed by his feet. Going back would be good; wave upon wave of old colleagues coming to visit had brought his wife to the point of tears with all the hospitality.
"Yes, going back will turn passive into active."
Zhang Guoqing agreed wholeheartedly with his father-in-law’s implied meaning. The hospital was bustling, with too many eyes watching. Not to mention, his father-in-law’s actual health condition was hard to keep from watchful observers.
"Da Yi mentioned that there have been movements these past days. Brother Xiao Fei even came to my office and sat for a while. Old Wu said that the Hai City militia weapons cannot yet be stored in the warehouse."
Zhang Guoqing whispered this information as his father-in-law bent over.
"Let our people remain inactive, it’s almost time."
The father and son-in-law shared a smile at these words.
Outside the hospital room, Ping’an noticed there was no activity inside, got up from the sofa, opened the room door, and quickly packed his grandfather’s hospital clothes and toiletries.
On the other side, Zhang Guoqing tidied up the fruits, canned goods, and some malt milk left by visitors, and handed two nets to the guard who came in from outside.
He himself then supported his father-in-law and, under the cover of night, left the inpatient department...
Soon, a luxury sedan and a van left the hospital and returned to the Big Courtyard.
Zhou Jiao, who was supposed to go to the hospital for night duty tonight, heard the sound of cars at the door, raised her eyebrows, and signaled her two younger sons to go greet them first, while she made a phone call to the Art Troupe.
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